The Monster I Was Redeemed

　　 After following medical staff confirmed that they were not injured, Ai Liang and Jin Ping’an got into the police car returning to the police station.

Since Da Jin Ping’an accepted Ai Liang’s inference, he would subconsciously pay attention to every car passing by on the way back.

He always felt that on the way back, two or three black cars would suddenly appear, crossing in front of the police car to block the way, and then five or six submachine guns protruding from the window, aiming at the car to shoot.

Even if he has reached the city, he has not been relieved from the tense fantasy.

this is normal phenomenon.

After all, seeing someone being kidnapped and oneself being kidnapped are completely different things. If you don’t personally experience the feeling of life hanging by a thread, you won’t feel the mood of the person involved.

is like when you are watching a detective drama, complaining that the detective is too stupid, the clues are not visible on your face, but the audience is from the perspective of God, and the detective is in the game.

It is easy for the audience to find clues that the screenwriter deliberately released, but the detective has to slowly filter through a lot of things.

Cough cough, pull it far.

Jin Ping An was turbulent along the way, until he entered the reception room of the criminal police team, he was completely relieved.

“It’s still the most reassuring here.”

Jin Ping An fell on the sofa, even if the sofa was sat on by others or even his butt, he couldn’t resist the urge to take a deep breath.

For Jin Pingan, who was called to the criminal police team to investigate the murder case twice in three days, the police team is half of his home, and he likes it so much.

Especially after escaping from a group of robbers, at this time the reception room of the criminal police team gave Jin Ping an unparalleled sense of security.

It feels like when the fear patient is looking at the barnacle, all the barnacles turn into gold beads, and the original nausea is suddenly suppressed by the desire for money.

The criminal police who drove sent them into the reception room and hurried back to the scene non-stop.

Because the police have to face four bandits with guns, the more manpower the better.

So now in the entire detachment, apart from the policemen guarding the weapons depot, only Ai Liang and Jin Ping’an are left.

Jin Ping An is like a host entertaining guests, skillfully took out the tea bags from the cabinet, then went to the water dispenser to pick up some hot water, and walked over with two cups of tea.

“Brother, tell me, what did you do before, private detective?”

It can be seen that he really uses this place as his living room.

Ai Liang took the disposable cup from Jin Ping’an and put it on the table.

Ai Liang ignored him, only took out his citizenship card and handed it over.

The four robbers took away their mobile phones and stunned them, but did not conduct a body search, so Ai Liang’s citizen card survived.

They are desperadoes. They are not professional spy killers. It would be good if they can strictly implement the plan. They don’t care about these details at all.

Perhaps the killer in your imagination is like this: high IQ, cold face, strong logical reasoning ability and anti-reconnaissance ability, can see through the layout of others and the purpose of the police in twos and threes.

Fighting wits and courage with the police when nothing is wrong, with the breath of King B at all times.

The actual killer is this: I dare not stay in one place for a long time, wander around in various cities, live in cheap three-no-rental houses, and occasionally go to gray places to do miscellaneous tasks to subsidize daily expenses.

Every day when I go to the supermarket or go out for a meal, I am afraid that my deeds will be revealed.

In terms of income.

There is an intermediary and a killer with strong business ability. Fortunately, at least the top package is allocated, and the commission is eliminated. The remaining money can guarantee at least one or two years of food and clothing.

Piaozi without an intermediary is much more miserable. Whether they can receive a death order depends on their luck. They do not have a main business. They usually rely on odd jobs to make a living, and basically live a life of ups and downs.

Occasionally, when the landlord points to the face and scolds in arrears, he dare not even pay back.

Many people’s impressions of killers remain in film and television works.

Actually most of the killers in life are gangsters, or wanted desperadoes, who belong to the kind of people who don’t plan to do anything, and rarely use their brains.

Most of the orders are actually intermediaries who provide clues and plans, and the killer is just a tool man who strictly enforces orders.

The kidnapping of Jin Pingan falls into this category.

Like the killer who comes and goes without a trace in the movie, you can hardly see it in daily life.

Training such a person is no less difficult than cultivating a special agent. In a word, millions of dollars and years of time are required.

Ordinary people or organizations don’t have that energy at all. Even if they are trained, they will only bring them by their side as personal bodyguards or shadows.

Let them go out to pick up the death order, it is no different from using a rifle as a fire stick.

The screen returns to the reception room.

Jin Ping An opened his mouth silently when he saw the age column on the citizen card.

The expression was accompanied by two babbles, saying that some people believed that it was Alzheimer’s.

“You are only fifteen this year?!”

Jin Ping An asked incredulously.

“You can be fifteen, but I can’t?”

Ai Liang glanced at him like a fool.

“Where did you learn your investigative skills?” Jin Pingan continued to ask.

“The book goes to school.”

“But you are only fifteen, how can you understand so many black words…”

“I am precocious, I can read and write when I was one year old, and I was mixed at the age of five. Is there any problem?”

Ai Liang brushed his phone without looking at Jin Ping An.

“If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it… Why do you always like to say such cold jokes…”

Jin Ping’an returned the citizen card to Ai Liang with resentment. He followed the criminal police team to learn for more than a year. Apart from learning some investigative techniques and gangster black words, he basically didn’t learn anything.

People who read two books casually are better than him. This makes Jin Ping’an a big blow~www.wuxiax.com~ Say you are from Neihua City, did you come to Qianhua during the summer vacation? Or did you move? ”

Jin Ping An, whose cell phone was thrown by the robbers, is doing nothing and can only sit in the reception room.

Unwilling to be lonely, he continued to talk to Ai Liang.

Ai Liang cherishes the words like gold, and refuses to say a word, only confides two words: “Go to school.”

“Go to school…hey, this morning you applied for a card at the Communications Bank just like me. Maybe you were from Qianhua Experimental Middle School too!” Jin Ping’an showed a surprised expression.

He recalled what happened before he was kidnapped.

The lobby manager has two completely different attitudes towards Ai Liang and himself, which left a deep impression on him.

So when Ai Liang mentioned going to school, Jin Ping’an immediately thought that he was also here to apply for a card, and the only school that cooperates with Communications Bank is the Experimental Middle School.

Ai Liang suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar, and it seemed that someone had said so yesterday.

“Are you also in the key class of Experimental Middle School?” Ai Liang asked with a solemn face.

Compared to Jin Ping’an’s excitement, Ai Liang’s mood is not so good. There is such a thing as a classmate b, he feels that his high school life will be full of disasters.

“Ahhh… my academic performance is actually not good, so how can I get into the experimental middle school.”

Jin Ping An, like a newly married young wife, squeezed her hands together, watching Ai Liang’s stomach turned upside down.

“However, the principal took a fancy to my fame and directly enrolled me in a key class.”

Jin Ping’an squinted his eyes and waved his hand, making an appearance that was not worth mentioning.

Although he was very humble, the pride in his eyes almost touched Ai Liang’s face.

Ai Liang has this expression now: →_→